Friends, let me tell you a story that's more current than tomorrow's newspaper. Not long ago, the good officials of Nigeria's Economic and Financial Crimes Commission—or EFCC, as folks call them—descended upon the high-falutin' neighborhood of Lekki with the determination of Mississippi floodwaters.Well sir, among the caught-red-handed bunch was one Wole DSB, who carries the artistic name of Wole DSB. Wouldn't you know it for a fellow who strums and hums to find himself mixed up in the long arms of the law?
The surprise visit—carried out with the exactness of a Swiss watchmaker—captured a total of thirty-eight accused digital bandits. I've seen catfish caught in nets with more dignity.Laid bare before the public eye were the proceeds of their supposed wrongdoings: prohibited substances, electronic gadgets, and other forbidden goods that would make a preacher turn pale.
I've observed that these digital con artists, as the locals name them, have a special attachment for the expensive trinkets in life—not unlike how a Mississippi steamboat captain might display his success.The EFCC chairman, in commenting on this notable apprehension, stressed that the raid forms part of their continuing campaign to rid Nigeria of the pestilence of digital deception. It's a noble cause, though I imagine as many new swindlers appear as lilies after a spring rain.
The musician Wole DSB now faces weighty allegations that could situate him in a less melodious environment for many a moon.Imagine that not long ago he might have been creating songs, and today he's singing a different tune. Life has a way of changing direction faster than a whirlwind.
In the event this story serve as a warning to would-be criminals? It surely should, though folks being as they are, there'll always be those who reckon they're exceptional enough to evade capture.
Therefore, as this saga develops in the courts, we regular people can only observe and ponder at the odd trajectories that bring a melodious spirit to exchange his microphone for a jailhouse bunk.
